The Echoes Of Autumn | Minseok

Chapter Fifteen

Sumi's POV:

I staggered home that evening with a rather large grin on my face.

Kim Minseok had just asked me out.

And I had instantly said yes.

It was incredibly strange to think that I had only met Minseok days ago, but already felt safe and comfortable with him, this strange familiarity or connection that kept pulling me towards him.

I thought back to this morning where I had unconsciously gone over to the coffee shop without realising it, and as soon as I saw him I had felt my heart pick up its pace and a million of thoughts appeared in my head within an instant.

I stopped outside my apartment door baffled to see that it was unlocked and the door was left slightly ajar. I cautiously edged into the apartment and called out into the darkness:

'Hello... Is anyone there?"

Silence.

I began to stumble towards the light switch and flicked it on until I gasped in shock, dropping my sketchbook to the floor with a thud.

Someone had ransacked my apartment... Every corner of it had been searched where books had been tossed across the floor, the glass table at been shattered along with the pillows from the sofa scattered across the floor. I blankly glanced around my apartment before stepping forward looking at how some of my most precious objects had been destroyed.

I soon stood near my bedroom door, fearful of what I may find inside their. I pushed open the wooden door, taking in a sharp intake of breath, seeing my bedroom was even worse than the front room. Clothes tossed everywhere, the chest of draws at been toppled over and my paperwork had been ripped and screwed up.

But what really made be break down was seeing my sketches each and every one of them had been scribbled over or ripped. Each one of the sketches I worked so hard to complete, sketches I had poured my emotions over and spent hours awake at night to complete them. I sunk down to my knees looking at the scattered pieces of sketches, I began gathering the ripped pieces of paper attempting to puzzle them back together but it was impossible.

I then threw the paper across the room in frustration before spotting underneath my bed there was a sketch that had remained untouched... I stretched over, grabbing it and sat on top of my bed where the sheets had been tossed somewhere around the room.

I cradled the small canvas, sketch in my hand. It was one I had completed a few days ago within one night with no sleep. I had found myself in a trance where I let my hands take over and when I had woken up in the morning I was left with this final piece.

It was a drawing of a boy who was looking out into the distance at a girl who was sitting underneath the autumn tree. A few days ago I would have thought nothing about this piece but now looking closely I could distinctly see that I had managed to draw myself and the boy who I had drawn had so many traits that were similar to Minseok. I grazed the edges of the male figure and allowed myself to place my head onto the pillow and held the picture up towards the light...

'What does this all mean?' I said out loud. I felt my eyes became heavy as sleep began to pull me away and into my dreams.

***

I could smell the scent of pancakes invading my nose.

My eyes slowly began to flutter open and my vision began to focus.

I found myself in a familiar but unknown apartment and tangled up in some cotton sheets which embraced me with warmth.

I suddenly jolted out of bed running for the door to get away from this unknown place only to hear a voice that stopped me in my tracks.